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CHAPTER 16

EMERY

I stare at Alexei’s back, and then the empty doorway, as my pulse races and my head spins. Who in the possessive heck was that man?

Grumpy.

Growly.

He even grunted when Malik implied more than is accurate about our friendship, if one can stretch it even that far. Acquaintanceship.

And now I’m wearing Alexei’s jersey for the second time in three days!

Unreal.

I grab the skates.

I need to find a bucket of pucks, a really expensive hockey stick, and get on the ice.

My goalie boss and former mistake of a hook up had better get ready, because I feel like smashing some pucks into the net. Preferably off his blocker and his shoulders and his face mask, and most definitely five-hole, right between the legs.